A/N: Okay, I feel I must bring up the way the muggle world and the wizarding world works in Random Harvest. Now, most of these things that have happened so far, the little details will be important in later chapters. I guess the best way to look at it is that this story takes place in the wizarding world, along with every character. I think this would better explain the celebrations and openness of the beginning chapters without having to worry about the secrecy of the muggle world. So think of Liverpool as a version of Diagon Alley in London.

Chapter Eight: Liverpool

The next morning, Harry walked out of the Great Northern hotel into the busy streets of Liverpool.

"Can you tell me sir," he asked the doorman, 'Where the Daily Prophet office is?"

"Second to your left sir, up George Street," the doorman told him.

"Thank you," said Harry

The doorman gestured his head towards the sky, "Taxi sir? Looks like rain," he suggested.

"No, thank you, I'll take the chance," he replied. Harry began making his way down the street when suddenly, out of nowhere, complete and torrential downpour. He stopped to put on his raincoat. With his hands stuffed into his pockets, he battled the forces of nature. After a block or so, he could hear the paperboy selling papers on the corner of the street.

"Paper! Paper! Daily Prophet!" he yelled out, "Ministry of Magic election results! Paper sir?" the paperboy called to Harry.

Harry's glasses kept fogging up from the rain, making it difficult for him to locate the source of his voice. After wiping his glasses again, he managed to spot the boy by the curb.

"This is George Street, is it?" Harry asked, "Where is the Daily Prophet office?"

"Right across the street, sir, he answered, pointing to the direction.

"Thank you," Harry replied and trotted down the street.

"Paper! Paper! Paper sir?" the paperboy resumed his work and handed a paper to an elderly man. Suddenly, the cars on the streets started to honk their horns furiously. As the man reached into his pocket to pay the boy, he casually glanced on the road to see what the commotion was about.

"WATCH OUT!" the elderly man shouted out in horror. The screeching of brakes could be heard everywhere as one of the cars crashed into the other. Soon a large crowd was gathering across the street. Everyone was looking at an unconscious Harry, lying on the side of the curb. The cab driver from the accident quickly got out of his car. Immediately, he and a few onlookers worked together and carried him into the nearest apothecary shop.

They took off his coat and placed him on the table. The owner of the shop quickly took some smelling salts to revive the stranger. Harry reacted and turned slightly.

"Look! He's coming around now," the shopkeeper observed.

Harry opened his eyes slowly.

"There we are. Feeling better?" he asked. "Ohh, you've got an unholy bump on your head. Looks worse than it is though," he assured him.

Feeling an unbelievable pain on his head, Harry gently touched the bump.

"You were lucky I'd say," said the shopkeeper, "Feel any pain?"

"My headache's a bit---" Harry muttered.

"Funny if it didn't," he replied, "That is quite a bump"

Harry looked down at his feet and saw his scuffed up footwear, "My shoes."

The owner smiled, "A good blacking is all they need, sir."

"What on earth?" A confused Harry examined his clothes, "This, this, is all wrong!" he cried, "I have no business to be in cities!"

"What should you be in?" the man asked him.

"In uniform of course!" Harry stated as if it were a matter of fact, "I'm on active service!" He surveyed the area around him, "Where the devil am I?"

"You're in Liverpool," he informed him.

"In Liverpool?" Harry replied, completely vexed.

"You've had a nasty shock," said the shopkeeper, "You better go somewhere and rest a while, try not to think about anything," he advised him.

A few moments later, a police officer entered the shop and marched towards them, "Is this the party of the accident?"

"Yes officer," answered the owner.

"It wasn't my fault officer," the driver, who had remained silent this whole time protested, "He slipped in the mud, right in front of me."

"Is this true?" the officer asked Harry.

"That's true, isn't it governor?" said the worried cabbie.

Harry touched his bump again, "I think so."

"What cabbie said is correct officer," the shopkeeper added, "I saw the whole thing from my window over there."

The officer proceeded to take out his notepad, "Can I have your name please sir?"

"Potter, Harry Potter."

"Potter," he repeated, jotting down the name, "Profession sir?"

"Auror."

"Address please?"

"Godric's Hollow, North London."

"You don't wish to lodge a complaint sir?"

"No, No thank you," Harry waved his hand, "I'm sure whatever happens was my fault."

The officer nodded, "Alright, thanks Mr. Potter." With that, he left the store.

"Thanks, governor," the driver said, relieved. He tipped his hat at them and left.

"A little dizzy still, but I'll manage it." Harry carefully stood up, "Apart from that, what do I owe you?" He asked as he puts on his coat.

"Oh, you never mind that," the owner told him.

"Thank you."

"Would you like to me call a cab?"

"No, no thank you. The air will brisk me up." Harry smiled. He glanced out the window, "By the way, would you mind telling me what day this is?" he asked.

"This is Thursday," he answered.

"Yes, Thursday," Harry said, trying not to sound too crazy, "But the date?"

"November 14th, 2004"

"Thank you," he told him gratefully, shaking his hand. He left the store and started walking down the street, trying to make sense of everything.

"2004. 2004," Harry dwelled in his head, "Three years gone, three years. The house, I remember, distinctly. Neville was killed, and young Creevey. But after that? What after that? Liverpool. What am I doing here? Where have I been? Better go home," he reasoned, nodding to himself, "Yes, may clear things up, better go home."

A/N: Please review. Harry finally gets is memory back. DUM DUM DUM! I had a bit of trouble locating where Godric's Hollow is. J.K Rowling wasn't too specific on that. If anyone knows, please help. I made a guess seeing how everything in England is either London or North of London, I picked the latter. Also, to stress the point again, Harry is not the famous boy who lived, so therefore, the incident in which his parents were killed when he was an infant didn't happen. Therefore, he never lived at the Dursleys. We will be seeing the appearance of the major characters soon.